Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 173733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 869(@200wpm)___ 695(@250wpm)___ 579(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 173733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 869(@200wpm)___ 695(@250wpm)___ 579(@300wpm)
I slip two fingers inside her, giving her spasming body something to hold on to until my cock finds its way to where my fingers are now. I ease her into that sweet spot that follows release, and my willpower is shot. I need to be inside her, now. I kiss her belly and she pushes to her elbows, and when her eyes meet mine, there is just a hint of that vulnerability in her stare. As if I’ve torn down some wall she didn’t intend to tear down and she’s not sure what to do about it and me. Perhaps she is thinking about how to run.
I decide to give her one of the many reasons to stay. I slide up her body, cup her head, and kiss her, letting her taste her on my lips. “Now I’m not just obsessed,” I say. “I’m addicted to how you taste, which means I won’t let you come that fast next time.” I leave her with that to occupy her thoughts, and push off the couch to grab the condom in my pocket before I step out of my pants and sit down on the couch beside Cat. But when I would roll on the condom, Cat is on her knees in front of me, her hand around my cock, and holy hell, I want her mouth on me, too.
She takes the condom from me, my cock jutting between us, thick and heavily veined with arousal. “Should I put it on now or after I find out what you taste like?” she asks.
“I’ll let you decide,” I say.
Her reply is to lick my cock and send a shock wave of bliss through my body. “More?” she asks.
“Please,” I say, without hesitation.
She laughs that sweet laugh again, and holy hell, she is everything: Smart. Funny. Sexy. I might be in love, especially since my cock is now in her mouth.
Chapter fourteen
Cat
Reese. Naked. Hard all over, especially his cock. My tongue licking and stroking the soft skin covering hard steel. That is where this night, and a coffee shop encounter, has taken me and us. He watches me with half-veiled eyes, or he tries. I know the moment I’ve taken him to that blissful place where you just feel and don’t think. His lashes lower, and his face and body tense with pleasure. Now I’ve reached my wanted destination, that place I’d planned to travel with him when I settled on my knees before him, where I’m the one in control, but suddenly, it’s more about his pleasure. He affects me deeply, and the validation that I do affect him as well calms me and turns me on at the same time. That I need validation says I’m a mess of complicated history, and I hate that about me, but I don’t hate him.
I tuck the condom under his legs, ensuring it’s not lost, and one of my hands settles on his thigh, the springy hair there tickling my palm in a surprisingly erotic way, but then I am ultrasensitive, my body tingling all over. My hand is still at the base of his cock, and I drag my mouth back, no longer suckling or licking. His eyes open and I lick the salty-sweet drop of arousal pooling at the tip of his erection. It explodes on my taste buds and he moans. The sound of him turned on ignites my desire. I lick a circle around him and suckle him between my lips.
His thigh tenses beneath my palm, and I am now the one obsessed with this man and his pleasure, but I want him to reach for me, to need that release so badly, that he can’t help himself. With this goal driving me, I begin a slow glide up and down his length, and his hips lift with me. I can almost feel his need to hold me in place, but still he does not. I draw him deeper and inch closer to him, pressing my breasts to his legs.
He groans and leans forward. “Enough,” he orders, reaching for me.
I intend to resist, to take him all the way, but he’s too strong for me to fight. I am in his lap, flush against his chest, his fingers tangling in my hair, his lips on my lips. Tongue licking into my mouth in a sultry, deep kiss. His erection is at my backside, and somehow the condom manages to find my fingers.
I close my hand around it and press it to his chest. Somehow our lips part and I don’t think. I just ask what comes to my mind. “Why didn’t you let me finish?”
He pulls back and looks at me. “We finish together, sweetheart,” he says, his mouth crashing down on mine again. Together. I don’t even know what that word means. I thought I did. I wanted to know, but it feels like fiction, a story that ends badly. I don’t know why I’m even thinking about this. I don’t know what this man is doing to me. Even now, his hands traveling my back and his touch on my body affect me in a way I have never experienced. Every inch of my skin, every nerve ending, is tingling and alive.